Crying Out , livre ebook
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Date de parution
28 août 2014
EAN13
9781781276471
Langue
English
Publié par
Date de parution
28 août 2014
EAN13
9781781276471
Langue
English
“ Mack felt his teeth clench together. ‘Have you ever thought about all this? I mean, really thought about it? Why are we so special, just because of who our parents are? Don’t you think that everyone deserves a chance, wherever they come from? You think he deserves to die just because he’s a Grade Three, not a Grade One?’ ”
CONTENTS
Title Page Dedication One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight More Shades 2.0 titles Copyright
For Catherine
ONE
London City Zone One Tuesday 30th June 2115 08:15
Mack didn’t want to get involved.
He heard the kid cry out and the crack as his head hit the ground. He saw the gang move around him and the way their shoulders swayed with each kick.
Not my business, he thought to himself.
He could see the dark blue of the boy’s jacket. No red stripe, so he was just a Grade Three. There was no reason for Mack to bother himself. He needed to get to college. He had studying to do.
Grade Threes were workers, or the kids of workers. There were plenty of them. The chosen ones were Grade Ones. It was the way society ran. It was efficient.
The group around the fallen figure shifted and Mack saw his opening to push past. One of the gang swung round towards him, looking for more trouble. The red bands on the arms of Mack’s jacket soon made him step back. No one touched a Grade One!
Mack pushed past, his head down, thinking ahead to his college work. As he did so, his glance fell on the face of the boy on the ground. Their eyes locked.
Help me!
The plea was as clear as if it had been shouted, rather than just carried in a desperate look. Mack frowned and ducked his head back into the collar of his jacket. It wasn’t his problem.
At college, Mack couldn’t get the boy out of his mind. He tried staring at the lecture screen in his workstation: Lesson on the Laws of Governance. Somehow it just couldn’t keep his attention. He gave up and headed down to the refreshment room.
‘What’s up? Don’t usually see you in here at this time.’
Gilly hopped over the bench to sit beside him. Her dark hair had escaped from her cap and she’d rolled the sleeves of her jacket up to the elbow. How did she get away with it?
Mack knew the answer. If you were as lovely as Gilly ( and the Governor’s daughter as well), then you got away with whatever you wanted.
‘I needed a break. My workstation felt stuffy.
